Sexy Surprises Volume 12 is bursting at the seams with passion, heat, and heart. This massive collection features 24 queer and trans stories that celebrate love, desire, and the unexpected moments that bring people together. Whether it's a chance encounter, a long-held secret finally revealed, or a heat-of-the-moment decision that changes everything, these stories serve up romance and lust in equal measure.
Within this volume, you'll find four full anthologies—Trans Lesbian Sexy Surprises, Trans Masc Sexy Surprises, Sapphic Sexy Surprises, and Queer Sexy Surprises—each offering a rich tapestry of characters and relationships. From tender first times to bold reunions, slow burns to instant sparks, the range of stories reflects a broad spectrum of LGBTQ experiences.
Sexy Surprises Volume 12 is for anyone who craves connection, heat, and heart-stopping moments of surprise. Whether you're here for the steam, the sweetness, or the swoon-worthy storytelling, every story is a celebration of queer and trans joy, desire, and the power of being seen—and wanted—exactly as you are.
Queer Sexy Surprises is an entertaining collection of six short stories and novelettes that celebrate desire, identity, and the courage to step into the limelight.
Spanning both contemporary and historical settings, these stories follow characters navigating the complexities of love and attraction both in and out of the closet. A starstruck admirer finds himself entangled in a love affair with an infamous celebrity, while a burlesque performer captivates her audience—and her secret admirer.
With a cast of gay, lesbian, bisexual, and trans protagonists, Queer Sexy Surprises delivers passion, intimacy, and heartfelt connections in every story. Whether it’s a heated moment of self-discovery or a long-awaited declaration, these tales remind us that love—and lust—often arrive when we least expect them.
Sunny Days Sexy Surprises
6 Erotic Stories by Giselle Renarde
Series: Sexy Surprises
Volume 45
Word Count: 16,000
ISBN: 9798227442154
Indulge in the irresistible heat of "Sunny Days Sexy Surprises," a collection of six diverse, spicy romance stories that celebrate the passion and adventure of summer. Each tale is set against the backdrop of the glorious outdoors, where the warmth of the sun ignites new experiences and fiery connections.
The lush greens of a golf course become the setting for an unexpected encounter as golf lessons take a lustful turn under the blazing sun. Meanwhile, a young couple stuck in a rut discovers that building a scarecrow can spark both creativity and desire.
Throughout the collection, couples play with the tantalizing extremes of temperature, finding innovative ways to keep their passion scorching hot. Each story captures the essence of sultry afternoons that showcase summer's seductive allure.
"Sunny Days Sexy Surprises" promises a journey through sun-soaked moments and steamy scenes that will leave you yearning for more. Get ready to be swept away by the heat, the excitement, and the unbridled romance of the season. Dive into this collection and let the delicious summer sun warm your heart and ignite your desires.
It's Not That Complicated
A Gay Age Gap Romance Novelette
by Giselle Renarde
Word Count: 10,000
ISBN: 9798223800118
Ramiro is a musical virtuoso, a genre-defying sensation with a loyal following that worships his every move. As a gay icon in Toronto, his life is as vibrant and unpredictable as his music. But when an unexpected eviction threatens his stability, he turns to an unlikely source for help: his older, once-beloved ex, Hugh.
Hugh is everything Ramiro is not: reserved, cautious, and still firmly in the closet. What starts as a desperate plea for financial aid soon reignites the sparks of their former romance. Their chemistry is undeniable, their connection electric. But as their rekindled love affair unfolds, Ramiro is faced with a painful dilemma: Hugh’s fear of coming out clashes with Ramiro’s openness and pride.
Can Ramiro sacrifice his authenticity for love? And will Hugh find the courage to embrace his true self before it’s too late?
In "It’s Not That Complicated," love is never simple. This poignant and steamy romance explores the complexities of identity, the sacrifices we make for those we love, and the courage it takes to live out loud. Join Ramiro and Hugh as they navigate the tumultuous waters of love and self-acceptance in the heart of Toronto’s vibrant LGBTQ+ scene.
Get ready to embark on a sensual journey into the enchanting world of "Shapeshifters Sexy Surprises," an anthology that will leave your heart pounding and your desires in overdrive. In this captivating collection, the line between human and beast blurs as you explore six tantalizing tales featuring werewolves and more.
Lift the veil on these seductive beings as they embrace their primal instincts and passions. From liaisons that push the boundaries of desire to irresistible encounters where the wild and the human worlds collide, each tale promises an unforgettable ride into the depths of supernatural love.
Prepare to be captivated by the raw allure of shapeshifters. This selection of stories promises an unforgettable exploration of love, desire, and the wild, untamed passions that fuel the shapeshifter's soul.
If I may editorialize, I will mention that this collection presents particularly incredible value. It's packed with lots of juicy paranormal romance stories you are absolutely going to LOVE. Don't hesitate to buy yourself a copy. You will not regret it!
Professor Klein got dumped right before Christmas. When Jacob's parents invite the boring prof to Christmas dinner, they don't want the poor guy to be alone and insist Jacob ride back to campus with him. Who knew a blizzard would kick up and trap the misfit pair on the roadside overnight? Every attempt at conversation fails miserably. If they don't talk at all, will they discover that opposites attract?
The Birthday Gift is the first story I wrote that was ever released as an ebook. A small (now defunct) publisher called Dark Eden Press put it out back in 2008. I've written about the extensive editing process it went through back then, and how much I learned about writing from my first editor, in a post you can read here.
The Birthday Gift has been through a number of revisions since that time, and now it's back on the market in all its small-town pansexual group sex glory. It's also available as a paperback for the first time ever!
The Birthday Gift
by Giselle Renarde
Meredith is a cake-baking, apron-wearing small-town Canadian. Her guiding principle in life is, “What would June Cleaver do?” That is, until a curious set of circumstances cause her to crash an outdoor gathering where she stumbles upon a pair of delicious hunks getting a little hands-on with each other. Surely June Cleaver would have headed for the hills! Not Meredith. This relaxed get-together really heats up when one man’s wife appears on the scene... and encourages Meredith to join in!
Hot stuff! But the story’s not over yet. There’s still the tropical vacation, the confinement in foreign prison, the trial for freedom... and, hey, where’s Meredith’s husband in all this? It is his birthday, after all...
I'm not exactly known for writing gay erotica. Lesbian erotica? Yes. Bi and menage? Yes. Trans fiction? Super-yes.
But gay erotica? Umm... no, not really.
So readers might wonder if I'm a little confused when they see the cover of Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping, and then read the blurb and its classification as gay erotic romance.
To be clear, Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping IS gay erotic romance. Why is there a woman on the cover? Well, see... when, I conceived Wedding Heat I decided that every cover should have the same base image so it would be really easy for readers to identify books in the series.
Will I be kicking myself for that decision? Will readers be kicking me? (Do you want to kick me right now?)
Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests
that make this wedding sizzle!
Joey’s a virgin. That’s not the sort of thing he’d admit
to most people, but when he meets Greg at his cousin Maggie’s luxury woodland
wedding retreat, he finds himself freely admitting to this embarrassing
quality. Joey and Greg hit it off
right away, teasing and taunting each other, but when Greg casually mentions
that he’s gay, Joey isn’t sure how to react… not until a bunch of the guys
strip naked for midnight skinny dipping in the man-made lake. Something tells Joey he won’t be a
virgin for long!
Excerpt:
“What
about you?” Greg asked. “You ever
knocked a girl up?”
“Yeah
right.” They very idea made Joey
laugh. “Not even close.”
“Ahh,
you’re a virgin,” Greg said, understandingly, not goading or teasing.
“Yeah.” Joey would have lied to anybody else,
but there was something about Greg, maybe just the fact that he was gay, that
made it easy to be honest. “Are
you?”
“What
do you think?”
Something
touched Joey’s dick underwater, and he jumped, squealing like a little
kid. “Oh my god, what was that?”
“My
hand, you dumb fuck.” Greg shook
his head, and Joey laughed, feeling like a total idiot. “No wonder you’re still a virgin.”
This
time when Greg found his cock underwater, Joey didn’t squeal or squirm. He turned to face Greg, holding the
guy’s shoulder to steady himself.
When Greg wrapped a fist around the base of his shaft, his thighs and
ass muscles tensed. His breath
staggered now, rattling in his chest before bursting past his lips.
“I’m
not really…” Joey stopped himself,
trying to figure out what he wanted to say. “I mean, it’s not every day I’m attracted to someone. I’m not like that.”
The
way Greg nodded, it seemed like he understood better than Joey did. God, it felt good the way Greg stroked
his dick—firm, hard, forceful but not rough. Rough would come later. Joey always liked to work up to the ultimate sensation.
“I’ve got your cock,” Greg said.
“Don’t you want to touch mine?”
***
There are lots of places you can buy Skinny Dipping RIGHT NOW, like:
I recently got my rights back on this story, which appeared in an Evernight anthology called HIS: Manlove Edition--so if you bought that book, you've probably already read This Stage of Life. Well, unless you bought the book and didn't read it. I used to do that a lot: buy a stack of books and maybe read one of them, then buy another stack and same thing.
Anyway, if you haven't read This Stage of Life and you're hankering for a gay erotic romance featuring a former theatre student who meets up with his former dance teacher, this is the story for you--especially if you're curious about puppy play... because these men are very into it!
When he was a student, Andrew attended the Triple Threat musical theatre program at a respected arts school. Back then, he had a girlfriend. The dance teacher, Mr. Czarneki, had a wife. Twenty years after graduation, Mr. Czarneki is widowed and Andrew is gay. There's a definite spark. When Andrew follows his former teacher home like a puppy, Mr. Czarneki shows Andrew how to play like one.
This Stage of Life is being added to new ebook retailers all the time. You can buy it from a wide number of online stores, including...
Eight years ago, I wrote a story about a raccoon shapeshifter who changes the lives of a gay couple--for the better! It was published in an Evernight anthology called Alpha's Claim: Manlove Edition. Perhaps you've read it?
If not, Be the Boss is now available as an ebook!
Be the Boss
A Gay Shapeshifter Menage Romance By Giselle Renarde
Word Count: 7,500
ISBN: 9781005525446
Desmond and Markus have tried everything from couples' counseling to threesomes. What's it going to take to stop all these petty arguments?
After seven years together, Desmond still feels like Markus expects him to be the boss when he doesn't suit the role. They can't even get excited about each other's bodies anymore... at least, not until the raccoon in their attic shows the boys his human side.
Markus and Desmond both want a man who takes charge. Maybe Azeban the raccoon shifter can give them what the need.
A gay shapeshifter menage romance from award-winning queer Canadian author Giselle Renarde.
Be the Boss is available now. You can find it at a wide range of retailers and subscription sites, including:
Alone in bed, Desmond drifted off to the sound of sharp little nails scraping across the joists overhead. He’d have to call animal control tomorrow, see if they could help. Get the raccoon out of the attic, get Markus off his back—two birds, one stone…
Dreams spun him off in all directions, from fanciful flight to surreptitious seduction. When he rolled over in his empty bed, he wasn’t surprised to find the man from the side yard sitting naked in the reading chair. Hell, he wasn’t even surprised the man’s eyes were masked in black, like a thick streak of charcoal from temple to temple. He’d had much stranger dreams, and often they were lucid, like this one.
“Someone’s got to be the boss.” The stranger tossed an apple into the air and caught it with the same hand. “Can’t go through life like this.”
“I don’t want to be the boss,” Desmond said.
“Never said you had to be.” He took a bite of the apple and smiled as he chewed.
Desmond’s body felt like lead sinking into the mattress. He couldn’t move his arms or legs. “Markus doesn’t want to be the boss and I don’t want to be the boss, so we’re sort of stuck.”
“Are you?” The stranger stood, and his erection drew Desmond’s gaze away from the apple.
“Are we stuck? Yeah.” Desmond watched the stranger’s cock swing as he approached the bed. “Aren’t we?”
“You need someone to tell you want to do.”
“Who, me?”
“Both of you.” The stranger hopped off the floor, landing with both knees at the base of the mattress. Desmond felt it sink between his feet. His heart froze as he stared at the man’s swollen dick. “You and that man of yours—you need someone to take charge.”
“Someone like you?” Desmond asked, barely pushing the words past his lips.
The moment Shirley the psychic detective gets her hands on a picture of the missing young man, she knows precisely where he’s at: he’s strung up naked against the door of a dank motel room. The Master approaches, riding crop in hand. Was young Luca brought to the scene by force or was he a willing participant in his own disappearance?
I heard it for the first time on one of those Storage Wars type shows. It refers to products that were manufactured ages ago, but the packaging has never been opened. Like if you bought a case of Ivory soap in 1947, never opened it, then decided to resell it today. That would be new old stock.
Nearly a decade ago, I wrote a story called Ugly Naked People. It's lesbian fiction about anorexia, art, and denial. It was published by Untreed Reads, and so were a few of my other literary shorts. Eventually all those stories were combined into a little anthology called... you guessed it... Ugly Naked People.
That collection has been off the market for a couple years now. I kept meaning to take a look at it, see about reissuing the book, but it ended up on the back burner while I worked on new fiction.
I moved Ugly Naked People to the front burner recently, and when I did I realized 4 of the 5 stories in the original collection were queer fiction. So I thought, hey, when I re-release this book, why not make it queer fiction exclusively?
To that end, I took out the one straight story that was part of the original book, and added in 4 more stories. A few of those are what I consider new old stock. They're stories I wrote years ago--potentially a decade ago, some of them--but they've never seen the light of day. They've just been sitting on my old computer, waiting for me to find a use for them.
Well, they've found their purpose in life. They were meant to be included in Ugly Naked People. And now they are! Eight stories in total, all queer fiction all the time.
Ugly Naked People Queer Canadian Short Fiction by Giselle Renarde In this eagerly-anticipated second edition of Ugly Naked People, Giselle Renarde brings readers eight works of queer fiction as engaging as they are diverse. One minute you’re fainting on a Toronto subway, the next you’re fleeing mythological monsters in the Yukon. First a sidewalk psychic’s convincing you new love is right around the corner, and then your family’s reuniting you with an old flame. With Giselle at the wheel, you never quite know what’s around the bend, but you can be sure to enjoy the ride.
If you are at all curious about Ugly Naked People, you can grab a copy from...
Butt
sex doesn’t have to be scary. It can be fun, romantic, public, private —
anything you want it to be! Anal eroticism can involve vibrations,
toys, groups, body parts, plugs, even complicated leverage systems
(you’ll see). The characters in these ten erotic stories span
generations, sexual orientations and gender identities, but they’ve all
got one thing in common: they’re ready to take the plunge into the wild
world of Butt Stuff!
Are you ready to join them? Butt Stuff: Anal Erotica is on sale now!
If you've a buck, you've got a book! This book: Make Me Yours, a box set of erotica and erotic romance stories from celebrity authors such as myself (fake celebrity) and Selena Kitt (certified celebrity).
The story of mine that appears in this collection has been known by many names: Good Bi Valentine, Sexi Lexi's Super Valentine's Day, All in a Valentine Day's Work. By any name, the story's the same: a bisexual building superintendent watches porn from the 80s with a cute young tenant and then gets thoroughly seduced by a sexy married woman before videotaping an acquaintance pegging and variously dominating her boyfriend.
That is one busy Valentine's Day!
And you'll have a busy Valentine's Day, too, if you grab yourself a copy of this book (or just grab yourself generally, I guess). For $0.99, who can resist?
Ten of the genre's hottest authors send Cupid’s arrow flying with tantalizing tales to melt your heart and make you blush. From hot, spontaneous encounters to seductive romance for the ages, this collection is jam-packed with all the sexy heroes and plucky heroines you could possibly desire. Get ready to fall in love with Valentine’s Day all over again with ten scintillating stories detailing all the affairs of the heart.
I think it's hilarious that this week's My Sexy Saturday topic is "My Sexy Carriage."
Why?
Because the first story in my Wedding Heat series takes place in a car. And, yes, the sex takes place in a car. Or... on a car.
You'll see for yourself when you buy a copy of my Wedding Heat: Friday box set.
And how do I know you'll buy a copy?
Because it's on sale for only $0.99 right now, and that's an amazing price for 6 erotic novelettes!
Dan undid his seat belt and then his leather belt. He shifted to the middle of the bench, unbuttoning, unzipping. He was crushing her maps, but when he pulled out his cock the maps were the last things on her mind.
“Thought you might want to finish what you started.” Dan stretched his arms across the back of the front seat, first toying with Cora’s hair, then pressing her head down.
“God, yes.”
Warm saliva accumulated under Cora’s tongue as she folded herself toward that straining cock. She almost wanted to cry again, but this time because her heart felt too full.
“I thought you didn’t care,” she told him. “Or… I thought you didn’t want me to, or…”
“I want you to.” Dan curved his big hand around the back of her neck, exerting pressure there. “Do you know how much it turns me on, knowing you think about this too?”
Cora growled a little, smiling. She grabbed his cock, hand over hand, both fists pulsing gently against his shaft. “I think about it all the time.”
To find out more about Dan and Cora (and their gay son and their lesbian daughter and their bisexual niece and the incredible cast of characters too numerous to mention here), you have GOT to get your hands on the Wedding Heat: Friday box set while it's on sale this week.
LGBT Love
10 Queer, Trans, Bi, Lesbian and Gay Romance Stories
by Giselle Renarde
***All royalties from the sale of this anthology will be donated to charitable organizations supporting LGBT individuals and communities.***
LGBT Love is in the air! Fall for romance with 10 sensual stories by award-winning queer author Giselle Renarde. From lesbian cops to gay professors, bisexual businessmen to transgender soldiers, diverse characters find the everlasting affection they’ve been searching for in LGBT Love.
You can buy this anthology as an ebook, but you can also buy it in print and the royalties will still be donated to charity. Same goes for the large print edition.
I'll share with you the first 7 paragraphs from the first story in the collection--one of my favourites, about a young trans woman and trans man who fall in love: Everybody Knows.
You know when you’ve just given some guy a blowjob and then you have to take the subway right after and you feel like everybody knows?
So, that’s where I’m at right now. Just sitting here on this faux-fancy velvet red seat, smelling like cum, and feeling so conspicuous I could hang myself. Sure I swallowed, but that’s never good enough. The scent doesn’t go away. It sticks to your hair, doesn’t it? And your skin. Sex is in my aura, gossiping with other passengers, telling strangers secrets that aren’t really true.
I’m not a total slut. And I’m not a whore. Shut up, aura! You wanna take this outside?
There’s a guy all in black standing by the doors. I know he’s looking at me while I pretend to read that subway ad about Why Can’t Street Kids Just Get A Life? I get the feeling he knows it’s for show. I’m glancing his way, really subtle, catching only outlines of his bulky body.
I imagine myself whipping my head around and shouting, “What are you staring at, motherfucker?” but I second-guess myself. Maybe he’s not looking at me. Maybe I’m wrong. Hey, it happens. But I think I’m right this time. I’m pretty sure I’m right.
So I turn my head to meet his gaze, but he’s not looking at me. He’s not. He’s just staring into oblivion, and suddenly I’m the one staring at him… because I’m not sure anymore if he is a him. I look at his chest, look for telltale boobs, but I’m still not sure. He’s got a vest on. It’s hard to say. Smooth cheeks, though. Too smooth. Butch dyke? Maybe. Or trans guy. I don’t know.
And suddenly he’s looking at me, right at me, and he asks, “What are you staring at?” He doesn’t say “motherfucker.”
I'm offering LGBT Love at an introductory price, so if you want to snag a deal AND feel great about where your money's going (ie. to help queer people who need a little support), now is the time to buy!
***All royalties from the sale of this anthology will be donated to charitable organizations supporting LGBT individuals and communities.***
LGBT Love is in the air! Fall for romance with 10 sensual stories by award-winning queer author Giselle Renarde. From lesbian cops to gay professors, bisexual businessmen to transgender soldiers, diverse characters find the everlasting affection they’ve been searching for in LGBT Love.
The book comes out September 24th. Just a quick note about the preorder price: it's $2.99, which is an introductory sale price to get the ball rolling. The paperback is already on the market... which was an oops on my part, but oh well.
Thank you for helping me raise money for organizations that provide support to my fellow LGBTQ people. Every purchase is so much appreciated. Thanks again.
This one's for @amhartnett. We've been tweeting back and forth about Rufus Wainwright a lot lately, and when I was searching for another post to show her, I came across THIS one. I wrote it for Oh Get A Grip, where I blog every other Thursday, but if you're a die-hard Donuts and Desires reader and you will read NO OTHER BLOG but this one, you probably haven't seen it.
So here it is:
Give Me the Music
Have you noticed how pervasive "rockstar romance" erotic novels have become lately? I'll admit, my finger's not exactly on the pulse of modern romance trends (much as it ought to be, since I operate at least somewhat in that genre), so if I've noticed it, it must be a thing. Books, stories, 30-novel box sets, all about girls and guys lusting after rockstars.
And this is probably a brilliant trend to hop onboard--because if there's one kind of hero that never gets old, it's a rockstar hero.
I'm going to get way too personal here, because I know how much you love it when I tell you all my sexrets. (that was supposed to be "secrets" but I can't bring myself to erase a Freudian typo)
Right. So, you've probably heard me mention that, at this stage of my life, my primary attraction is to women. If you want to know something quirky and odd about me, here's a random fact: the only guys I've found myself attracted to in the past few years (aside from Professor Snape, but he's fictional anyway) are musicians.
Super-SUPER-gay musicians.
Rufus Wainwright. OMG. My heart is beating faster just looking at that name.
This is nothing new, come to think of it. When I was a preteen, I recorded my father's Elton John's Greatest Hits record onto a cassette tape and played it every night as I fell asleep, fantasizing about dancing endless tangos with him. Someone was wearing a flashy red gown, and I don't think it was me.
Earlier this year (or maybe it was last year), Ryan Field posted a call for submissions. He was putting together an anthology called The Women Who Love to Love Gay Romance. It happens that I don't read gay romance (or any romance, for that matter), but his concept of having female authors insert themselves into gay sex scenes hooked me, totally. I had to write something for him. And I did.
And it was about a gay musician. Obviously.
My story featured a fictionalized version of a Canadian indie artist called Owen Pallett. You may remember him from when he performed as Final Fantasy. Or maybe you don't know him at all. Here he is:
I wrote a story called "Baby Got Bach" for Ryan Field's anthology--a what-if scenario based on... oh boy, this is embarrassing...
See, last year Owen Pallett's first violin concerto was premiered with the Toronto Symphony Orchestra. He didn't perform the piece himself, but he was there. He hosted the afterparty. Yeah, so after the show I found myself in the same room as him.
He was standing right there. Right-the-fuck there. And do you think I could work up the courage to say, "Hey, I love your music."
Nope.
I stood in the corner and stared at him like a huge creepy perv. And then I left.
(I could tell you a strikingly similar story about not talking to Peter Oundjian at the Toronto Reference Library, but we'll save that for another day, methinks...)
When I got down to writing "Baby Got Bach," I kind of hit a wall of writer's block. I just couldn't envision myself engaging in any kind of activity with this Owen Pallette-esque character of mine. If I got my hands on one of the gay musicians I'm constantly perving over, what would I even do with him?
Here's the big question: do I want Rufus Wainwright's penis in my vagina?
Umm... actually, no. I don't want that at all. And yes, I realize there are many other ways to have sex, but when it comes right down to it, I don't want to do any of those things with these people. I could perv over Rufus Wainwright concert clips on YouTube ALL. NIGHT. LONG. but I don't want to fuck him. I'm almost disappointed in myself, admitting that, but I just can't picture it.
Maybe it's not the musicians. Maybe I want to fuck the music.
The music gives me this giddy, blissful feeling that's... well, a lot like love. Like a frenzy of misdirected lust and joy and cosmic orgasm. It's hard to explain, because it feels like infatuation. There's a longing and a pull, a desire, and it's strong. It's damn strong. I'm not even sure what you'd call it.
Romance readers can keep their rockstar heroes... as long as they give me the music.
Edit: I should have mentioned Owen Pallett's Heartland is one of my favourite albums of all time. I highly HIGHLY recommend it. The song in the clip above (Lewis Takes Off His Shirt) appears on this album, as do many other Lewis-related songs.
If you head on over to Amazon today, you'll find the box set containing the first 6 stories in my Wedding Heat series FREE! Limited time only! Snap it up fast. Click now, ask questions later:
And if you've got a hankerin' for even more Wedding Heat, the Series Two box set (containing the second set of six stories) is newly available for sale!
If you're wondering why the box sets are called Friday and Saturday, respectively, it's because the Wedding Heat series takes place at a luxury woodland resort during Maggie and Ed's wedding weekend. Series One stories take place Friday night. Series Two take place Saturday.
and some other places too, but that's enough linkages for one day.
Enjoy your free box set! If you like it, buy the second one. Make it a pair!
(btw if you were to buy all six stories in the second season separately, you'd be spending over $18--so this box set is an excellent deal. Just sayin')
I've got so much going on this week it was hard to choose one book to showcase for My Sexy Saturday.
For those who haven't been here before (on a Saturday), My Sexy Saturday involves posting an excerpt of 7 words, sentences or paragraphs from a current release or work in progress.
This week, we're looking at my new mini-anthology Getting It On the Go: Gay Public Sex Stories. While they're certainly explicit, most of the shorts in this collection are also warm and fuzzy--especially "Stranded with the Professor," which takes place Christmas night.
Here's an excerpt from the part of the story where Jacob and the professor are trapped in a car and forced to take off all their clothes and cuddle together in warm laundry to preserve body heat:
“You won’t tell your parents…?”
Jacob smiled. “I won’t tell them if you don’t tell them… whatever happens.”
Max drew closer. His body heat met Jacob’s back, and then his skin did too. Chest to back, arms circling around, hard cock lodged between two very receptive ass cheeks.
Yes, thank you!
Jacob couldn’t get over the mass of that erection, or the heat coming off it. The professor’s arousal encouraged his to swell. He ached to touch it, but he was frozen in place. Couldn’t move a muscle.
“If I’ve been rude to you, I apologize.” Max hugged Jacob hard, then planted a hot kiss at the crook of his neck. That mustache tickled, but Jacob didn’t laugh. “I’m not the type to talk about my emotions, but I appreciate your compassion—more than you’ll ever know.”
Jacob warmed from the inside out. “You can do anything you want to me. I mean it. Anything.”
Get ready. A bunch of buy links are coming at you:
